i want to be a writer
i want to build you cathedrals out of
paragraphs and
catch your footfalls with my pages
you would laugh, not soft or delicate
and you would run
and i would keep turning pages
rewriting love
if you needed a change of pace
i want to be an artist
i want to crush berries against our skin
to make a color you've never seen before
you would grin and
it would stain your fingers
and you would stay
for a bit
i want to be a poet
silk falling from my tongue
in trellises and
you'd catch it and weave it around us
like a battered quilt
worn but well loved
and the words would keep us warm
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
i just think
loving something is the best form of ownership
and ownership is the worst form of loving something.
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 3:09 PM UTC
is it insensitive for me to say
get your **** together
so i can love you?
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 11:47 AM UTC
i can pretend and pretend
it doesn't matter
but still
when that song plays
and i close my eyes
there is an internal montage
of your laugh
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 11:20 PM UTC
shame
***** me clean like a peach pit
used and discarded
i feel like a ***** bug
you can hardly call this poetry
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 12:18 PM UTC
our playlists are a time capsule
the rest of the world was black and white
a letter
sealed with wax and twine
there is only love, and then oblivion
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 11:35 AM UTC
His younger brother
only 17 years old
was calling to say goodbye.
be careful; I love you
He says, I love you too.
That was it.
And both were killed
The banality of these details might overwhelm you.
What if it was me?
disappearing into
those towers collapsing with malign majesty
as cleanly as a posted letter
you are clinging to a shred of hope
snatched and anguished assertions of love
There is only love, and then oblivion
Now
we remember
we daydream helplessly
Paying reverent homage
There is only love
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
i want something real,
something unartificial
i say as i sip hydrogen and oxygen molecules
swirled in undecomposed sugar particles
and the powdery yellow dust that is sitting in a clump
at the bottom of the glass.
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC
do you ever just feel like you can't decide whether to scream and tear all your hair out and stab yourself in the chest or just never say a word for the rest of your life and stare at a wall unmoving
i can't decide whether to rip myself apart or sew myself together so tight i can't breathe.
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 11:12 PM UTC
maybe it's not the first fall of snow
but it's just as ethereal
and it's the first time you really noticed it
that's what counts
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 9:50 AM UTC